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Shy girls attending uni would scramble on the first day of classes to pick their seat first to ensure they don't get stuck sitting on the 10-inch hammer for the rest of the year.

Women squirming in movie theater seats during exciting movies, or crying out during horror films in such a way that you're not sure if it was the jumpscare or something else.

A sweet looking girl on the subway trying not to cry because she was late this morning and the phallus in the only seat left was bigger than she's used to and the vibrations from the car are making it feel sooo good.

Imagine sitting across a girl on a first date in a restaurant. She arrived and sat before you did so didn't see what was in her chair and your mind is going wild imagining what kind of object is filling your date right across from you. The date goes well and as the night goes on and the flirting gets heavier you can notice her slowly rocking her hips and her breathing get uneven and you get to decide if you want to take her away from there or let her sit and stay and unravel deliciously here in front of everyone.

you keep trying to shift your gaze to look anywhere that isn't at either of them, but with every passing minute of the train ride it gets more and more difficult. the stop you three are getting off at is kilometers away, over an hour, and the train just keeps getting more and more cramped. eventually, you literally can't see past your friends, and they lean over you slightly. this doesn't go unnoticed by them, either, as you see one of them slightly bump the other with her elbow, and they both look down at you, before looking side to side, and then back down at you. they both have a perfect view right down your shirt. your top, which even under the best of circumstances struggles to contain your boobs, is practically about to spill open. and then your friend on your left humps. it's difficult to even make out the movement and pressure out of all the normal cramped jostling, but the difference makes itself clear after a few seconds. the rhythm of her hips pressing her crotch against your boob is unlike the chaotic jumble of the train. and soon your other friend follows. the slight pressure on both your tits oscillates, sometimes the pressure syncs and other times they swap opposites. both of your friends gently hump each of your boobs, rubbing their bulging pants against you.

a minute goes by and all the plausible deniability vanishes as they start to get hard against you. your face is bright red as you shoot up to look at the two of them, and they both give a tiny cramped shrug, a face that just says "what are you gonna do?" in a fake defeatist manner. you open your mouth slightly in a quiet shocked gasp, as the girl on the left lets out a little too breathy of a sigh and presses her hips hard into your boobs. the pressure builds up too much for your top to handle, and your breast spins free, hard nipples obvious as it slips back into the folds of her pants pressing against your boob. the train noises masks your now much louder gasp, as your other friend chuckles slightly and barely manages to get a hand down to take the rest of your top off. the next few minutes of your friends pressing their hard bulging pants into your boobs is unbearable. the fear of anyone seeing your exposed tits is terrifying. the embarrassment of your friends humping your tits, forcing you against the wall no less, in a *public space* no less, is. equally terrifying, you tell yourself. that's the feeling you're feeling. nothing else. you definitely cant feel anything wet between your legs. that's your imagination. dont think about that and just focus on anything else, like the bulges that feel like they're gonna burst from the pants that hold them that are grinding against your boobs.

as if on cue, the girl on the right, her hand still near her side, brings itself to her pants button. it's all you can do to mutter "no no no no" as she fiddles with her button, and in excruciating detail, right in front of your face, pressed against your tit, you watch as her zipper comes down, bulge growing slightly bigger after losing one of its constraints, her black panties now pressing against your breast as she moves her pants down just enough to free her bulge. but her hand keeps going, thumbing her waistband, and you glance up at her face just long enough to see her huge smirk, before the movement of her hand shoots your eyes back down. as the train jostles, her cock springs free from her panties, a drop of pre shooting out and landing on your cheek as it slaps down on your tit, the head violently throbbing inches from your face. her humps now drag her cock along your tit, going back just enough to bring her head near your nipples, and dragging along back up, a trail of pre left behind as she grinds on your tit. you hear an "oh fuck" from the other girl as you look over to see her pink and white panties being thumbed down, another cock slapped onto your tit. various conversations, sneezes and coughs, the announcer over the speakers as your friends grind their cocks on your tits.

Taking turns to make the toy come alive and turn you into a stuttering, babbling mess as you beg to cum but just before you can it gets turned off . They coo and laugh at you as you cry in desperation.

of course, she eats her words when (on her first mission, no less!) her unchecked succubus pheremones attract a group of humans, who make quick work with filling up any hole they can get to. and she's frustrated! obviously she'd attract so many humans! she knows she's pretty, but she should be the one in control of these ruffians! instead, she lays with her tongue lolled out, pussy drooling and clinging onto the human cock pounding into her as if her life depended on it. she deludes herself into believing she regained control by commanding the mortals to keep going, but any passerby would note her tone as nothing more than that of a desperate whore, whining, pleading, begging them to keep going.

when it's over, she's feeling all high-and-mighty for meeting her daily energy quota so quick. that was a piece of cake! sure, she lost control of the reigns a little, but what's the big deal anyway? she's leaving completely full and satisfied! of course, if she paid attention in class, she'd know that casting a birth control spell right after was crucial after such intense sex. poor little thing doesn't even realize that she's leaving to return to the palace "full" with a little something other than energy.

others around you eye you with interest. your tits are groped until they’re falling out of your bra. pinching and pulling before massaging your tits, putting on a good show for the growing amount of people who are watching you.

their interest sparks your cunt’s interest despite yourself and the ghost knows. one finger passes through your clothes and into your cunt. it’s a shock at first but soon it’s not enough.